As he sprang forward, Prisra let go of his sword, then took a few steps further to open up a brief distance. Spit out blood and turned to look at the face, the remaining captain had been grabbed by the neck by the man with a bloody face, and his head fell on his shoulder without strength.

The captain's body was thrown at him, and in mid-air, a bullet hole appeared in the corpse, and the bullet with the hot air came to Prisra in an instant. With no muzzle in sight and not enough time to dodge according to the trajectory, Prisra scrambled to dodge, but most of the bullets still hit the hand-woven layer of clothing.

His chest instantly sank, and Prisla slid a meter or two away with the force of a dozen bullets before he stabilized his body. Bullets with a little smoke fell on the ice, but they didn't break through the defenses of the clothes. At this moment, the clothes on Plisla's chest seemed to become denser in an instant, reinforced by some kind of delicate substance.

Blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, and Prisra tensed his muscles to stop the bleeding from the sword piercing the wound in his chest, and fled in the opposite direction away from the group. In a breath or two, there were less than twenty people left. On the other side, there is a deadly sniper Novia, and almost every ordinary sniper bullet that does not need to be spared can take a person's life. No one had the energy to come and help them, and Prisra knew that.

Zero is already dead?Prisra clearly saw that the person who stabbed him just now was not Yi, even if he could change his appearance and change his breath, but in his sense, the gap between Yi and this man could not be bridged by disguise. Yi was definitely dead, and Prisra let out a hot breath, and the clinging clothes all became dense at this moment, revealing a kind of tightness like a leather combat suit.

The leather-like skin was gradually deepening the color, and Prisra kept her hands hanging down naturally, without the idea of drawing a gun. The power of tunnel-fired pistols is all in those special bullets, and their rate of fire is not comparable to that of ordinary bullets, and Prisra has never had the idea of hitting an enemy in such an environment.

"We might be able to make a deal between us. Prisra held the pneumatic sword in one hand, keeping an impossible distance between the two, and said, "I can give you the signal transmitter and two solid red mercury." Without a hint of nostalgia, Prisra directly left them all in between, "You shouldn't be an ally on Erness's side, if you rely on interests to connect, I'm willing to give you four times as many chips in exchange."

"These things were mine. Kasia replied, "It's just for you." In the same motion, Kasia threw away the firecracker, reached for the two transmitters in his trouser pocket, and shook it, "I don't lack these things." ”

"So, there's no room for negotiation between us?" Prisra said as he stared at the two signal generators, cracking his mouth and laughing, his teeth covered his face with blood and steam, covering his face for a while, "I was born in a three-way connection company, and the benefits I can give are definitely more generous than those of Ernes." ”

"Let you go this time, if there is a chance in the future, you will definitely seize it. And I admit that the benefits they offer now may not be as good as yours, but they will not be able to say in the future. Dead people have no value, and this should be something that will never change within the Empire. Kasia flicked his pneumatic sword to open the light, and Prisra still smiled, "Are you ready, your potential value may be the highest." ”

Kasia came to Prisla's side the next moment and stabbed him with a sword, but retained a small half of his strength, and his speed slowed down according to the severity of his injuries. He could feel that in addition to Ernes, there were other people around him who were observing this place from a long distance.

Presumably Andrew, Kasia pulled back the pneumatic sword that was blocked by Prisra and attacked again. Based on the force of the shock coming from the sword, Kasia has been finely adjusting her attacks so that Prisra has no room to fight back. If he had the idea of killing Prisra directly, Kasia didn't think he would have a chance to escape when he was looking at the distance of Red Mercury just now. And in terms of strength, it is impossible for Prisra to grasp the blade of the sword and prevent it from moving. But Yi is dead, and the rest of Prisra must help him with his last bit of work.

The unplanned use of the work has been completed, and at the current rate at which the examiner is hunting ferocious creatures, the assessment may be completely over in a month. In terms of time, it can be properly connected with the agreed time on Cassiehe's side. As he pondered, Prisra swung his pneumatic sword in succession, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, as if he had fallen into the final stage of madness.

The tent sparks bloomed between the two, and the temperature of the red-hot sword body could be felt on the face. It's just that Kasia didn't feel the oppression from these attacks, and compared to the training he received from the military academy, whether it was swordsmanship, strength and speed, the gap between the two could not be gradually caught up by time alone.

With a sword to push Prisra away, Kasia moves to Prisla's side, and while pulling out with a sword diagonally, he sweeps Prisra's body with his foot. Jumping up to avoid it in anticipation, Kasia spotted the trajectory of his pneumatic sword's next attack and smashed it straight away.

Trying to adjust the angle and posture in the air, but the injuries that had accumulated just now seemed to be triggered again, and Prisra spurted out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, and the sword wound on his chest was torn again, staining his clothes red.

It took several laps to stabilize his body, and Prisra had already dropped his pneumatic sword when he knelt in the snow with his back to Kasia. At this moment, he took a sharp breath and spread his arms abruptly, and then closed his chest like a bear hug at a great speed. The plural, string-like trembling sounds erupted at the same time, all of them moving closer to him.

Kasia's body tensed instantly, and the abrupt sound allowed him to catch a faint danger around him. The ripples of sound are now emitted as if out of thin air, and even though the auditory sense has picked it up, nothing is visible on the screen that has been able to reproduce the surrounding terrain and objects in another way.

The source of the ripples could only be seen as countless moving threads, either so fast that they could not be captured, or they were too slender to be perceived by Kasia at this stage in his head.

In an instant, his body slammed towards Prisra, and Kasia held the pneumatic sword behind him. When the pneumatic sword felt pressed by something, under the sound of "snort", the clothes on the arm were cut in an instant, and dozens of bloody wounds directly appeared on the skin. Pale green blood oozed from the wound, and under the white smoke, the sound of broken strings rang out from Kasia's arm one after another.

The smile on his face vanished, and Prisra turned to look at Kasia, who was standing behind her, glancing at the thin cut on her arm, and the pale green beads of blood, and snorted coldly.

"It seems that luck has not been on the 、、、," Prisla's words seemed weak, and as he spoke, he lowered one hand at great speed to take the special ammunition on his waist, and at the same time tightened the other arm, and the skin that was pulled to a taut state could be seen that these tough thin lines that could barely be caught by the eye were emanating from the leather-like skin. But all the movements were captured by Kasia, and the hand was tightly clamped by Kasia halfway, and there was no possibility of being able to come up with special ammunition at all.

Before the words could be spoken, several sniper bullets appeared out of thin air in front of them, almost in a straight line. By the time the bullet was spotted in the ballistic line, the first bullet had already hit Prisra's heart, tearing a small gap in the dense layer of clothing. A second bullet followed, widening the gap, and a third bullet came, piercing through his clothing, blasting a piece of flesh on his left chest to shreds and leaving a gap in the layer of clothing on his back. The fourth and fifth bullets smoothly pierced through the dense layer of clothing, and with a spinning air, they hit Kasia's left shoulder, which had a little reaction time to dodge.

The snow five or six hundred meters in front of the "dong" exploded at this time, and a snow line suddenly appeared, quickly connecting the two.

"Zero!" Prisra whispered, gritting her teeth, as she looked at the huge cavity in her left chest.

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